Ayesha

Awfully asthetic.

[grim-reaper-lite]

A post-fajar dream.

He was in front of me as a real person. A table was in between and his smile was demanding me to look at his face, look who's here. His win win eyes were like "Piya daikho na". I did recognize him and he knew that. My eyes were watery and on table surface. My hands were on his face to make sure that he is HE and I was having tremors. He knew that I recognize him. Why eyes are freaking so expressive!? My fingers in his beard were confessing "Tumhe mousam sary yaad kren" and his still face was repeating "Piya daikho na".

Ayesha

[grim-reaper-lite]

𝙒𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙨

𝘖𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 .

𝘖𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘦 .

𝘖𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘮 .

𝘖𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘭𝘺 .

𝘖𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘮𝘦 .

𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘴.

𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘺 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘴.

𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦.

𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘦.

𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘭.

~Ayesha

[justmakeduaa]

I know life is hard for us all recently so hopefully these Duas are helpful enough to keep us all going 💔

[grim-reaper-lite]

He is the sky and I'm the waning moon.

He is the smile and I'm the effort behind this.

He is a flower and I'm a sunless garden.

He is dark academic and I'm a desperate reader.

He is dopamine rash and I'm a sleepaholic.

He is perfect and I'm just full of flaws.

~Ayesha.

[grim-reaper-lite]

What have you really lost, if you found Allah!?

[grim-reaper-lite]

She held me when my insecurities were as sharp as a knife and at every moment they got sharper. She held me even tighter.

#mysoulsister

[grim-reaper-lite]

Islam began as a something strange and it will return to being strange, so blessed are the strangers.

The Prophet Muhammad(PBUH)

[grim-reaper-lite]

if I was a girl in a book, this would all be so easy. Just give up the world happily.

[grim-reaper-lite]

مَا وَدَّعَكَ رَبُّكَ وَمَا قَلٰىؕ‏ ﴿۳﴾

نہ تو تیرے رب نے تجھے چھوڑا ہے

اور نہ وه بیزار ہو گیا ہے.

[grim-reaper-lite]

But she found there was something new in her, some wild seed buried in her chest, that could not accept the world as it was.

~Alix E. Harrow| The ten thousand doors of January

[grim-reaper-lite]

By nineteen she was half-mad with her own circling, heartsick with the sameness of her days.

~Alix E. Harrow| The ten thousand doors of January

[grim-reaper-lite]

Life is about balances. A pie chart with equal slices in all area of life for maximum happiness.

~Adam Silvera-They both die at the end

[grim-reaper-lite]

"I don't care about photo approval. I'm not that into myself."

Adam Silvera-They both die at the end

[grim-reaper-lite]

"I keep my photos in black and white because my life lost color."

Adam Silvera-They both die at the end

[grim-reaper-lite]

We love each other to death, but we don't go around talking it. It's understood between us. And words can sometimes be awkward, even when you have known someone for eight years.

Adam Silvera- They both die at the end

[grim-reaper-lite]

Here's my vision of Utopia: a world without violence and tragedies, where everyone lives forever, or until they've led fulfilling and happy lives and decide themselves that they want to check out whatever's next for us.

Adam Silvera-They both die at the end

[grim-reaper-lite]

"You sound like a pro at dying."

Adam Silvera- They both die at the end